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[Verse 1 - Obie Trice] Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks I came in the game, profane no image I came in the game, with a name I was given from a mayn who ain't give a **** about his child-ren I proclaim the name though, never in vain no Watch the change grow, a young ***** who didn't gain from fame Copped the Range Ro', now they want my brains on the main road They don't understand what I came for How I came fo', with a million sold Who say you can't grow from mildew and mold Gettin money like Ross Perot I'm often told, a coffin's the routes I go Oh that's the road you on, oh no I'm down for the rifle, tone the fo fo Don't ever try to send a ***** home, no no I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco Show me that your loco put holes in my photo NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo Just cause our thug roll solo And po' zone grown folk, be a cold negro Be-low, your grieved up people Be-lieve that the boy see no evil [Chorus - Busta Rhymes] OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle OHH! Too late for *****z to get religious and start readin they Bible OHH! See you can yell like other *****z, your pickin a dirty psycho OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho [Verse 2 - Obie Trice] I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 survived it Bright but violent, invite the violence Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant 'Til these *****z nights is silent O. Trice from a trife environment He 'Rock's the Mic' no sight of retirin Maybe when the bank accounts light like a fire thin I'm in the position to hire other clients then Meanwhile I'm a virus like Iverson A ***** crossover, Europeans admirin And the soldier's retirin, I ain't buyin ************s actin like you denyin them Who tryin a *****, who use buyers I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces VIOLENCE Loose the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and vitamins No coke [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Obie Trice] A derelict who inherited hustle My heritage married the street struggle Like a couple of a great unk's ago (yeah) So this blood streams through my nuts Seems like I wasn't in touch When the teacher's *** spoke Nope, naw I was just a preacher in oath Sit on the bleachers and flip coke The only reach you got through my dome *****z yaffle so the gat'll be chrome Pull the window raffle, so I scramble with a track and the phones (woo) **** a act and a clone, this is actual happening's that's factual back in my home This is rap, but I ain't rappin so you clappin the zone Think we trapped in the act, for the sake of performin (*****) This is your warnin, run up on the wrong And your tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm [Blaap] O. Treezy's gone, my ***** Buzz bring the track back here for 'em C'mon [Chorus]
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